When my husband and I met Ruby, she was waiting tables at a sexy strip bar near our house. I instantly knew she was bisexual: I am usually right on with my feelings when it comes to members of the same sex. I too am bisexual and my husband loves it.
My name is Alisha. I'm 21 years old, I'm about 5'4", 110 pounds with 36c breasts, which I think is my best feature. My husband, on the other hand, believes my ass is my best feature. It is nicely rounded and I love it when he slaps it during sex.
We met Ruby, like I said, during one of our nights on the town. I found her very striking: her natural - as I found out later on that night - red hair flowing gracefully over her shoulders; her pretty face beaming as she smiled at everyone; her breasts, stretching the fabric of her top; her long legs inching to her well-toned ass.
After she had brought us a few drinks, I invited her to sit down. She smiled and took the invitation without a seconds' thought. We engaged in idle chit-chat for a few minutes, but the conversation swiftly turned to sex. We both admitted to each other that we were bi; my husband was sitting there loving this conversation.
Ruby and I started sitting very close to each other and soon I was rubbing her thigh. I leaned to my left and whispered into her ear that I wanted to see her dancing. She blushed furiously at the suggestion, bit her lip and looked at me with sexy blue eyes. She was looking at me with her pupils near her eyelids and I felt myself getting wet, knowing that type of eye contact is a sexy way of saying "I will do it if you do it with me."
She had walked away before returning to take the stage. She was dressed in a sexy little number - it was a firefighter's uniform and she made that uniform look really good. Ruby didn't take long to get rid of it, and before the crowd knew it she was down to a sexy fire engine red thong. Her breasts looked great; I wanted to go up there and suck on them and give the crowd a show, slide my tongue around her hardened nipples and make her scream.
Then she did the unthinkable: as she was swinging on the pole with her left leg wrapped around the steel shaft, she looked directly at me, winked, then wiggled her right index finger as her left hand grasped the pole. I smirked at her, looked at Shaun, my husband, and he motioned for me to go up on stage with Ruby.
I was getting wet. My panties, a blue thong, were clinging to my pussy as I walked the few feet to the stage. She was standing now, her legs spread slightly, her ass swaying back and forth. She extended her hand to me and helped me onto the stage. She simply said "lay down," and I complied with her request. Seconds later she was sliding her body from side to side above me, slowly lowering herself into a seductive crouch. In a matter of a few shimmies she was kneeling over me, her legs straddling my waist. Her fingertips started to dance across my body and my body responded: as her fingers slid across my shirt over my shirt, my back arched quickly. She was teasing me, making my nipples hard. Now I wished I had worn a bra that night!
Then she pulled my shirt up, exposing my braless breasts. It was as if she had read my mind and that she knew that I wanted this. This very shy and unassuming girl had turned into a tigress, full of sensuality as she ran her fingertips over my exposed nipples.